HEARTLESS BUT HEARTILY
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"Ayaan... I love you."
The words hung in the air between us. Loud. Heavy. Unapologetic.
His body stiffened.
"I don't know when it started," I continued, the tears now falling freely again, "maybe it was the night you brought me that stupid cupcake with a candle on it because no one else remembered my birthday. Or when you carried me across that muddy road so my heels wouldn't get ruined."
I laughed softly through the tears. "Maybe it was when you fought that guy in college who called me names... even though you got suspended for it."
"I kept convincing myself it was just friendship."
He turned slightly, his jaw tightening even more.
I took a deep breath, stepping a little closer.
"But the truth is - it's always been you, Ayaan. Every time. Every moment. Every goddamn day."
Silence.
I looked into his eyes - finally - and whispered, "Say something. Please."
Just then, the airport speakers crackled to life.
"Passengers of flight AI-243 to Delhi, please proceed to Gate 7. The boarding gate will close shortly."
The words echoed in the space between us - loud, final, cruel.
I felt a sudden chill run through me. My fingers were still pressed against his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heartbeat. But Ayaan slowly reached up and gently removed my hand - one finger at a time - like tearing away the only thing holding him back.
"You don't understand, Sanya," he said, his voice low but firm. "Your engagement is already fixed."
His words sliced through the air like a blade.
I looked at him, my vision blurred from the tears. "I don't care about the engagement," I said desperately. "I'll talk to Dad, to everyone. I'll fix it - I just need to know... do you feel the same?"
My voice cracked on the last word.
He looked at me. For a second, something flickered in his eyes. But it was gone as quickly as it came.
He didn't answer.
Instead, he stepped back.
"I'm getting late," he said quietly, without meeting my eyes.
He walked away....
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